Aurora Frescada Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ tornado, right? Hits you like a brick, all chaotic and messy, just how I like it! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, and it’s wild—like, who even decides what it means anymore? Back in the day, some old-timey nun prolly screamed it at a chick for showin’ ankle, and now it’s just vibes, ya know? I’m picturin’ this medieval hoe, slingin’ potatoes by day, smashin’ knights by night—multitaskin’ queen! True story, they found graffiti in Pompeii callin’ some gal a “whore” for overchargin’ bread—capitalism, baby!

Ponte de la Frescada sul Rio de la Frescada

Get to the depot, and it’s pandemonium. Trucks everywhere, drivers yelling, and I’m just trying to find my sanity. I check my schedule, and guess what? My biggest shipment to the port got delayed. Ugh! I could feel my blood boiling. I mean, come on! It’s not like I’m asking for a miracle here. Just a smooth day, ya know?

New Lettuce Variety On The Horizon